How could I live in that miserable jail?
Bad food, bad drink and even the smell was bad.
Criminals, robbers, perverts . .were all pale
All seemed tired or miserable or sad.
……………………………………………………………….
I used to look into your dreamy eyes,
Look at the sky to see the shinning moon,
To see radiant stars, in large or small size.
Thence I wondered, “ Can I see your eyes soon?” ……………………………………………………………….
Your phantom’s coming to me every time,
Stand by me, I wished to hug ‘t tightly.
On the walls of the jail, I carved my rhyme,
By that dim lamp, I could see it slightly.
……………………………………………………………….
Drops of my blood flowed on the jail’s ground.
A needle incised your name on my tired chest.
I had shouted at the top of my sound,
“ Like you, where can I find? In east or west?
……………………………………………………………….
On the walls, there is a motto “ Oh brother . .
Read my kind advice! To you I’m loyal . .
No doubt, every flower will soon wither
But the sweet memory will stay immortal.

How could I live in that miserable jail?
Bad food, bad drink and even the smell was bad.
Criminals, robbers, perverts . .were all pale
All seemed tired or miserable or sad.
……………………………………………………………….
I used to look into your dreamy eyes,
Look at the sky to see the shinning moon,
To see radiant stars, in large or small size.
Thence I wondered, “ Can I see your eyes soon?”

……………………………………………………………….
Your phantom’s coming to me every time,
Stand by me, I wished to hug ‘t tightly.
On the walls of the jail, I carved my rhyme,
By that dim lamp, I could see it slightly.
……………………………………………………………….
Drops of my blood flowed on the jail’s ground.
A needle incised your name on my tired chest.
I had shouted at the top of my sound,
“ Like you, where can I find? In east or west?
……………………………………………………………….
On the walls, there is a motto “ Oh brother . .
Read my kind advice! To you I’m loyal . .
No doubt, every flower will soon wither
But the sweet memory will stay immortal.

hello
ok u r the first to comment my poem and i think did not like it much koz u didn't appreciate it, u didn't say if its good or bad . but as u said it is like story , indeed its a story happened inside a jail. a story of one loves and dreams to meet his sweetheart again.
thnx 4 ur comment
gd lk

How could I live in that miserable jail?
Bad food, bad drink and even the smell was bad.
Criminals, robbers, perverts . .were all pale
All seemed tired or miserable or sad.
……………………………………………………………….
I used to look into your dreamy eyes,
Look at the sky to see the shinning moon,
To see radiant stars, in large or small size.
Thence I wondered, “ Can I see your eyes soon?” ……………………………………………………………….
Your phantom’s coming to me every time,
Stand by me, I wished to hug ‘t tightly.
On the walls of the jail, I carved my rhyme,
By that dim lamp, I could see it slightly.
……………………………………………………………….
Drops of my blood flowed on the jail’s ground.
A needle incised your name on my tired chest.
I had shouted at the top of my sound,
“ Like you, where can I find? In east or west?
……………………………………………………………….
On the walls, there is a motto “ Oh brother . .
Read my kind advice! To you I’m loyal . .
No doubt, every flower will soon wither
But the sweet memory will stay immortal.

shakespear wrote:hello
ok u r the first to comment my poem and i think did not like it much koz u didn't appreciate it, u didn't say if its good or bad . but as u said it is like story , indeed its a story happened inside a jail. a story of one loves and dreams to meet his sweetheart again.
thnx 4 ur comment
gd lk

my dear freind
i did not say it's bad one i like it
i still loosing my talent i do not know wht's up if u ave any advices plz send some

i am an English literature graduate. yet, i thought this poem belongs to Shakespeare. plz mention your real name here. its a crime for a person like you to be nameless. i want to put it on my Facebook page, so i wouldn't put it without your name.

hello
this poem reminds me the days in the jail, although they were hateful days but they will stay in mind and won't disappear and i can't forget them. there is always sth which reminds u that.
i wanna just express my feelings.
forgive me

hello
u r welcome and i thnx u 4 these comments , u seem so kind and soft. really i wish u read all my poems and send me ur point of view about my writings. we all learn and learn and one can't stop learing koz that refers to stopping the life and means death....
plz read and send me ur comments
c u

hello
yes u r the person is so great unless that person claims the knowledge, in that moment s/he becomes ignorant and no more educated, koz s/he will stop searching and learning.
really i thought u r so educated and i invite u to try writing poems or short storied koz i think u can
thnx and hope lovely times

u get the idea,
i thank ur invitation very much ,in fact u r motivating me,thanx.
i like writing poems and stories,but it depends on my mood
i will try to have something new very soon ,and u of course will be the supervisor of me
thanx again for regarding me as an educated person,it means a lot for me,that shakespear says so.

u r welcome and i'll be so happy to be ur helper in writing sth, just start any thing and u'll find urself making something great ...u'll find ur self making great work and u'll be proud of that..i'm sure u can but first put the idea infront of ur face and hold the pen and write what is inside ur deeps then ur pen won't stop .......thnx, u inspired me 2 say these lovely words and advices..
good luck

hello
i tried to write but i can't , i know that i have something to write about but i can't now ...y??????? i don't know y ? may be its koz of not holding the pen. poems inside our souls are like volvano, u can't excite it unless magma and melted things inside it boil, in that time the volcano excite and its magma will flow , our soul is like the volcano and the poems are like this magma so we have not to oblige our selves to write a poem.
thnx and have lovely times

hello
thnx .......
really u encouraged me with these lovley words and i hope u send more comments about other poems.......
u seem so good in this comment and i hope u try to write poems or any literatur writing
c u
my best wishes

hi elisa...yeah i entered the jail for about 11 months then i was released , but after that i felt the jail come inside me.....i think u got the meaning....i meant i'm scared now and i fear my shadow...
any way..its now just memory...

thnx 4 ur soft feelings...really i used to fear every thing ...in the street, in the flat, in the scholl, even the bed...its frightful ...some times i awake from sleep and turn my pillow to discover there's nothing...it's tragedy....

where are all my loyal friends...the place seem empty...
why did that happened to this club??
have nice moments

as u said everyone uses sth different to cure self...may b one of us wana escape to uncertain place just to forget the problem....some use religion to dive in worshipping and adoration, to get patience for facing that problem...for me i preter the last one...i mean worshipping...

in that time, i just had got out from my nightmare and i dont know now why i refuged that time to the place under my pillow....may be i was afraid of sth..a bomb or snake or a ghost or some thing else....may be i wanted to become armed against any probable danger so i turned my pollow looking for a gun or a knife or any weapon perhaps i might find there....

these are my thoughts ...may be i'm wrong and i've 2 face my problems once and twice..more and more....till i used to live peacefully....
any way thanks 4 ur interest and hope u nice time....
have nice moments u and all my friends...
good luck